The clear spring boils tea, the mist is surrounding, the tea fragrance is curling, and the green leaves are swirling.

The thumb, index finger and middle finger at the end of the mountain have just taken on the posture of "Three Dragons Protecting the Ding", and they picked up the ceramic teacup that the maid put in front of him.

Now it's slowly putting it down.

And not just because, seeing the diced meat and vegetable leaves suspended in the teacup.

What's more, I was a little scared by Ji Wudao's words.

Borrowing a flying sword?

The King of Qin asked the King of Zhao to borrow He's Bi, and he also said that he would borrow it.

How do you borrow it?

Bai Zirou and Yishan didn't speak, just listened to the Sword Saint Ji Wudao, and continued:

"Three years later, it is the period of the sword discussion of the sword mound in Lingjian Mountain, and the sword master of Ange will definitely participate, I know that the Chixiao sword is not his opponent, in this world, the only person who can defeat the sword master of Ange is the Yin Fei sword. ”

Ji Wudao sighed rarely:

"The white fairy knows, in my life, I have to kill the sword master of Ange, and the sword mound of Lingjian Mountain in three years may be my last chance. ”

Bai Zirou groaned slightly, and Yishan sensed Bai Zirou's intention to refuse.

But when he saw Ji Wudao, he followed and said:

"What I have heard, the white fairy master disciple is not only a genius in cultivating immortals, but also a genius in the way of swordsmanship, the extreme sword intent in the Nine Heavens Extreme Intent, Tu Sanqian only taught it once, and mixed with random sword moves, he can sit down and comprehend. If it is a white fairy, I am willing to borrow the Yin Flying Sword for three years, and I am willing to give the Chixiao sword intent to the white fairy master. ”

"I am no longer the Lord of the Flying Sword. ”

Bai Zirou looked at Yishan and said:

"When it comes to borrowing a sword, you still need to ask my apprentice. ”

When Ji Wudao heard Bai Zirou say this, he was slightly stunned, but he quickly looked at Yishan.

Yishan wanted to refuse, and the reason was simple.

Let's not say that the Chixiao Sword is only the third in the world, and the Yin Fei Sword is the first in the world.

Take the first to exchange for the third, just to learn the Chixiao Sword Intent?

According to Yin Feijian's words: [Except for me, the rest are garbage]

There is no reason to take the treasure and exchange it for garbage.

Not to mention, Yin Feijian has a spirit and is still a cute little girl.

Yishan not only heard her voice, but also entered the body of the Yinfei Sword.

Seen her in person.

There's only one answer.

"I'm going to disappoint the Sword Master senior. ”

Yishan shook his head:

"If it was an ordinary sword, I would have borrowed it, but the Yinfei sword has a spirit, and as far as I am concerned, it is not a thing, so I can't borrow it. ”

After Yishan finished speaking, the child's voice of Yin Feijian quickly said in his heart:

[You're still wise, you know that you don't need to learn the trash sword intent, but why are you scolding me?]

[How could it be?] I have such a tacit understanding with you, how can I scold you?]

Yishan was talking to Yin Feijian in his heart, Ji Wudao sighed, shook his head, and didn't say anything more.

Looking at Ji Wudao's disappointed face, Yishan couldn't help but say:

"Sword Saint senior, this Chixiao Sword is also the third immortal sword in the world, although it is ranked at the bottom of the Ange Sword, it is only one ranking, not to mention, this ranking is ranked by the old man of creation. Before the three-year period has arrived, the seniors have worked hard, and maybe they will succeed. ”

After Yishan finished speaking, Ji Wudao smiled slightly bitterly and drank the tea in his hand.

Good guy, drinking tea and drinking the feeling of the second pot head, forced to come out.

Ji Wudao didn't explain much, and Bai Zirou didn't say much.

Although it was a dinner treat, it was still a cup of tea.

Yishan is a little disappointed, the predecessors in this martial arts are a little bit narrow.

I thought I could leave after the matter was over.

But Bai Zirou asked one more question:

"Is today the day for the old man to give the pill?"

Ji Wudao nodded.

Bai Zirou said to Ji Wudao:

"That being the case, my disciple and I, stay here a little longer. ”

Ji Wudao was slightly surprised, and said hesitantly:

"But I've heard that the white fairy and the old man seem to have a bit of a holiday in their early years. ”

Ah, this ...... You almost abolished your cultivation, and called it a little overdue?

Yishan drank tea in a muffled voice, and complained in his heart a little speechlessly.

Bai Zirou smiled:

"If he wants revenge, kill me. ”

In terms of acting skills, Yishan only admires the master.

has no self-cultivation, but relies on his own realm and acting skills to not miss his feet.

Bai Zirou said so, and Ji Wudao didn't persuade him again, he arched his hand and said goodbye.

And the men went out first.

The maid still sat on her knees, looking at the tea-stove.

Bai Zirou waved her hand.

The maid bowed, then got up and left.

In this house, only Bai Zirou and the mountains are left.

"Do you have the Great Confucian Anthology with you?"

Bai Zirou looked at Yishan and asked.

Yishan touched his chest, and when he touched it, he felt a round lump in his chest, which was extremely soft.

Pinching it, it is like the feeling of stroking the breeze when the speed of the car is 60 miles.

It's a pity that it's just a white fox.

In addition to the soft and lazy white fox, there is also the Great Confucian anthology on his chest.

Bai Zirou felt that the treasured things would naturally not be placed indiscriminately in the mountains, and they had been kept close to their bodies.

"Take it with you, Master. ”

Bai Zirou nodded slightly, and then said:

"Let's wait here for a while, at noon, the old man will come to give the pill, you take this collection of Confucian anthology to exchange for the pill, most likely you should be able to exchange it for the pill. ”

Yi Shan nodded his head, indicating that he had written it down.

This collection of Confucian essays, I have also read it in the mountains, and they are all poems and articles written by Xiuyuan monks.

Although I can feel the power of the supernatural power hidden in it.

But these supernatural powers are not the aura between heaven and earth, but the talents used by Confucianism.

Both systems of power are different.

Yishan is not a Confucian student, and there is no literary degree, so naturally he can't use this great Confucian anthology.

It is a good choice to exchange some powerful elixirs with the old man.

It's just not clear, what kind of pill can be compared to such a treasure as the Great Confucian Anthology.

Yishan can't help but look forward to a little bit.

There was still a moment at noon, and Yishan sat down cross-legged on the spot and began to transport the Yuan Gong of the Creation Society.

Although Bai Zirou helped with double cultivation, Yishan's technology made rapid progress.

But the daily practice still can't be left behind.

Learning is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and cultivating immortals is also a truth.

After only a week of operation, I heard some noise outside at the end of the mountain.

"It's time to give Dan. ”

"Is the old man here?"

"I haven't seen it yet. ”

"The white fairy is also here, does the old man know?"

"If you know, there will be a good show, right?"

"Hey, I hope the books I bring can be like the eyes of the old man. ”

In the midst of the noise, I heard a knock at the door, followed by the voice of the maid:

"Take the liberty of asking the guest officer, do you have a collection of books, and are you willing to exchange them for pills?"

Yishan shouted:

"Yes, I would like to exchange the elixir. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open, and a maid came in with a tray.

Respectfully kneeling in front of the mountain, bowing his head and raising the tray in his hand.

Yishan hesitated slightly, Bai Zirou nodded, and he put the Great Confucian anthology on it.

Looking at the maid, she withdrew from the room with the Great Confucian Anthology.

It was a long while.

At the door, there was another knock.

Then the maid said:

"My lord, please give the book guest officer, and go inside. ”

It's done?

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